So Much Poetry

2010 was just another year that with held opportunity to many people. Be it personal work, education, relationship, etc. Throughout the year I have more people writing poetry and was fortunate to be part of the SADC Poetry Festival in Gaborone, late in August. So many was to present poems so many themes to choose from. Variant  of experiences and inspirations, thoughts, ideas and so many possibilities.

Poetry is slowly growing in Namibia, however more work needs to be done, more people need to listen and read poetry crafted in Namibia. Poets need to move from their hiding places onto the stage and read, recite and perform their poems. Even if it is just for themselves. So many poets I have met, so many work I have read, yet so few people have read these poems.

I still don't understand why poets just want to publish at the first opportunity they  engage with other poets. Books don't talk volumes, unlike the translation of the written text into sound, rhythm and movement. Most of the poets I meet in Namibia first want to publish their work before they can regard themselves as writer of poetry. To be published is a good thing, a recognition by the fortunate ones who can afford to buy copies of our work. What about the man in the street, doesn't he want to hear what you have to say?

Words...: Let's Go To Parliament

Words...: Let's Go To Parliament: "Let’s go, don’t waitDoubt later not nowLet’s go, don’t walkRun to parliamentMeet with the MPsMemes and PuppetsHaste to the building Of Colon..."

Let's Go To Parliament

Let’s go, don’t wait

Doubt later not now

Let’s go, don’t walk

Run to parliament

Meet with the MPs

Memes and Puppets

Haste to the building

Of Colonial heritage

To grow our kapundas

Comrades are sleeping

Dreaming of shares

Opportunities are gazing

Admiring their compatriots

Sprint to the law house

Wake the blooming Memes

With their expensive gear

Ask the Puppets to die

For the gold-filled train

Has long passed their station

They are lost in the purest of greed

Let’s invade parliament

Exhibit our interest

Perform our hunger to them

Let’s sing to them of our thirst

And do the poverty dance

Yes, entertain them with plagues

Let’s screen for them the movies

Depicting our honest suffering

With detailed pain and curse

Let’s draw our hopelessness

With colourful bright truth

Even if blinds them

Let’s creatively write them off

With passionate distrust

And ill-conceived lust

Let’s recite poetry of a failure

To appreciate visual art

Understand performing art

Let’s colonise Parliament

Before another political session.

Let’s create a new parliament

Disband the current thinking

Of “listen, Ignore, Self-Enrichment”

Let’s blow up the parliament

That is haunting the MPs

Camouflaged Memes and Puppets

Actually Models and Pirates

Let’s instil a sense of reality

In the minds of the MPs

Parachute their lust for money

To the safety of our true misery

Let’s dissipate their phantom, castles

Burn their asses – I mean to ashes

And call the winds to blow them

Into the cold of the Atlantic Ocean

Let’s blowtorch their greed, lust

Into fake memories of colonialism

Cripple their self-styled powers

Humble their pride and position

To the grounds of our realities

Let’s go don’t stop

For a fool you will be

Waiting for the MPs

To wake up before dawn

Let’s speak in unison

Fight now, think tomorrow

When causalities are taken

And the fighting is in recess

Let’s persist with our art

Speak through our poems

Draw with our sweat

On canvases of our skin

Let’s not give up yet

Surrender to artificial failures

Timely frustrations, death

Politicised and twisted truths

Let’s move the Parliament

To new grounds, space time

Cultured foundations of strength

Influenced by our innovative art

By: Keamogetsi joseph MOLAPONG

Words...: 2011 Greetings

Words...: 2011 Greetings: "The greatest Art Of not-knowing Is Knowing."

2011 Greetings

The greatest Art
Of not-knowing
Is Knowing.